Thursday, June 12, 2008

I’ve lived in the Bay Area for almost 10 years now. I love it here, but I lose all track of time due to the lack of seasons. I’ve gotten kind of used to it, but every now and then I feel a longing to experience the cycle of life the seasons push to the forefront of existence.

I also miss the heat. It never really gets hot in San Francisco. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss the winters. I visit winter when I go home for Christmas and I enjoy it, but I’m not longing for a good couple months of below zero wind chills. I do miss summer though. I need to visit it more.

This musing on the weather is brought to you by my friend Laurie’s blog wherein she summed up Bay Area weather more succinctly than ever I have read:

The east coast is boiling, the midwest is going to blow away or sink into pools of rainwater, and yet here in San Francisco nothing has changed. It is, as ever, between 60 and 75 degrees Fahrenheit and breezy. That may sound nice, but it feels like I'm living in the weather equivalent of a light rock radio station. Never raucous and joyous, never utterly depressed, never frighteningly cold or really sweaty and hot. Just The Carpenters, ALL THE TIME.

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